Camera Questions

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Where: Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department

When: April 02, 2012

What:: After evidence was turned over to the police, an interview was conducted with Zan by the cops as to why exactly he made the switch of the camera's card at the scene.

After receiving the new camera card and getting the chance to review it, Terri has sent word to the mayor's people that an interview would be required of his son, Zan. Date and time is set up for whenever the mayor's son and his gaggle of lawyers will come by. Seated at her desk, she goes through paperwork, shaking her head at the other detective who waits with her for the interview. When Zan arrives, he and whomever is with him, will be shown to the interview room where Terri and the other detective soon meets them. Stepping inside, she nods to Zan and others, "Good afternoon. I'm Detective Willett and this is Detective Watling. Thank you for coming by." Polite is she, at least for now.

Zan had dressed for the meeting, mostly. Khakis and a button down shirt, no tie or jacket. Still he can't help but tug at his collar in the absence of a tie while he waits. And if he's not fidgeting with his shirt, then he's tapping the tips of his thumbs together while his forearms rest on the edge of the table. Thankfully it isn't insanely long that he's kept waiting, the distraction of the door opening and introductions coming as the two detectives enter drawing his attention away from the nervous twisting in his gut. The boy meets both with a grin and a small nod, offering a polite but vague, "Afternoon, Detective Willett, Detective Watling."

Terri watches Zan for a moment, the folder of paperwork she brought in with her set upon the table across from the young man. "We have a few questions for you, Mr. Caledco, so we can straighten out a few details.." Pulling out a chair, she takes a seat, looking to the young man across from her. "Why did you not hand over the original card when the officers upon the scene asked you for it?" No beating around the bush at all.

Detective Watling is just leaning there, opting not to sit, but instead holds the wall up, with his arms crossed and looking at Zan from his higher vantage point.

"Morbid curiosity," Zan answers, his shoulders pushing upward in a shrug. He leans back in his chair, arms folding casually across his chest. "I guess. It was impulsive, stupid… Acted on a whim." He shrugs again, gaze settling on the folder laying on the desk.

"So it was just a whim to interfere in the investigation?" Terri asks with some sound of curiosity in voice. "Why exactly would you do that?" She wonders, a brow arched upwards as she opens the folder and starts to go through various paper within.

"It was just a 'whim' to see what I could see again on the video clip," Zan explains. His head tips a little toward one shoulder, eyes lifting toward the detective sitting across from him. "As for why? I'm a film student. Call it a case study if you want, research material if I ever produce some kind of action or drama film."

"You know what I think? I think that you knew the guy, you were distracting people, so that he could go in and kill that poor woman. That's what I think, Mr. Film Student" Watling offers up from his lean.

Terri watches Zan quietly as he speaks, her gaze to linger on his face, no doubt watching for any sort of clues in body language given over. "I see." She begins to pull out a picture, a still captured from a video to slide it over, but as her partner speaks up, she pauses to see what Zan's reaction is to the accusation.

Incredulity might begin to describe Zan's face following the accusation. "Really," he asks, brows pushing upward in effort to keep himself calm, gaze shifting to the looming wall detective. A panic threatening to rise and take control won't help anything. Teach him not to talk to detectives without his lawyer present. "How'd you come to that conclusion, Detective Watling?"

"Why don't you take a look at what we got off your camera and you tell me kid" He replies back. "Then tell me why you think we think, you were helping him"

Good cop, bad cop. This has played out many ways, from real life to even TV Shows. Terri allows her partner to sling the accusations while she sits by, watching Zan, "You have to understand how it looks to us, Mr. Caldecott. It might have been a whim to you, but it looks fairly suspicious to us." The picture that she was digging out is soon brought out, and slide across for Zan to look at. It's of a young man, dark blue hoodie, with dark hair. "Tell me, do you recognize this person? Either from that night or any other time?" So calm and collected is she, though she watches him fairly closely for reactions.


"I have no idea how it looks to you, Detective Willett." Zan's gaze rests on the woman still seated for a moment, watching her while she draws out the photo. Once it's turned to face him, he leans forward a touch and looks at it. "Don't remember seeing him that night, or ever before," he answers, settling back in his chair. His eyes angle up to take in the one looming against the wall. "Now, why do you think I had anything to do with it?"

"As I said, it looks fairly suspicious after your little trick with switching the cards. It looks like you had something to hide." Terri offers as if having to explain things again, is a usual thing with people. Waiting for him to study the picture, she nods and then glances to her partner when the question is placed for him.

"Because I don't buy your film student bull. You're the son of the mayor. If you really had nothing to hide, you would have handed it over. In fact, since your camera was the one that we got the best picture off of, that's another strike against you. So why don't you take this chance to co-operate and tell the lady everything you know"

"I have," Zan responds, a lilt in his tone placing the statement as more of a question. "I was out walking, filming. It's a hobby, I've got hours of footage you're welcome to look over if you need proof. The Strip's an awesome place to catch people being people. I've never seen that person before and my actions before were probably my worst idea since deciding to stay living at home."

"I think for now, we have the footage we need, though it might be curious to see if you've captured him before." Terri does say without fail, taking back the picture to place within the folder again. "Can you tell us what you did notice that night? Anything that you might not have caught on film, that you saw with your own eyes?"

Zan's already shaking his head even when Terri asks what else he'd seen that night. "Saw Christopher Walken," he answers, brows arching upward again. "Watched some drunk women act like giddy school girls. Nothing that seemed out of the ordinary. It's Las Vegas, I was on the strip. Probably saw six Elvises without realizing it."

A knock on the door has Watling turning to open it. Whisper quietly with someone before excusing himself, letting Terri take over completely.

With the knock on the door, Terri glances towards it, though as Watling speaks with the person there, then excuses him, she turns back to Zan. "Alright then. I'll let you write down what you saw and did, explain your reasons for switching the card out. You're going to get a free walk this time, Mr. Caldecott, but I'd advise you that if the cops ever ask you for your camera's card in the future, that you hand it over without the tricks?" Paper and pen are slid over to allow Zan to write down all the information and sign off on it.

The boy also looks at the door when a knock sounds against it. Though Zan makes no effort to see who's on the other side, he does continue to stare at it after the other detective has left. "I try not to get involved in anything where the cops would be asking for my camera," he states as he takes the paper and pen. He lowers his gaze to Terri for a moment, then further to the paper as he begins writing out what he's already told the two.

"I would like to say thank you for the card though. We can hope that perhaps it might lead us to who killed the meter maid." Terri offers quietly as Zan writes out what he's said, a glance to the door given as she sits quietly by waiting for Zan to finish up. Once he does so, and signs it off, she takes it and adds it to the file, soon to hand over a business card, "If you do happen to think of anything, I hope you would see fit to give me a call? You're free to go. Just don't leave the city any time soon, hmm?"

The pen scratches against the paper in short strokes that eventually spell out what Zan has said. His signature is added at the bottom, a scrawling thing that looks nothing of a name let alone recognizable letters, and then it's finally passed back. "If I'm free to go, is there a purpose to me staying in the city under your direction," he asks as he looks up at Terri once again.

"You're free to leave the station, Mr. Caldecott. But we'd like to keep our witnesses close in case we have further questions that might come up through the investigation." Again, Terri explains things rather straight forwards, as if she's done this a few times. Rising from her seat, she walks towards the door so she might open it for him.

"They don't give you phones for that sort of thing," Zan asks in an aside as he stands. He tugs his shirt straight and makes a show of pushing in his chair before making his own way toward the door. He starts to push his hands into his pockets then stops himself, instead turning out the door to start for the exit.

Terri doesn't comment in return, merely watches the young man as he heads out of the interview room and leaves the office. Whatever her thoughts on Zan, they are carefully hidden from her expression. Soon, she turns to see where her partner went off too.

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